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The Answer is 42

2009-01-12T14:25:00.003-05:00

As a statistician, I thoroughly enjoyed analyzing the answers to Post #307. It seems that the only people who have heard "For the love of humanity" were Utahans; none of my non-Utah readers claimed to have done so. (I wasn't sure how to classify Deanna as I'm not sure where she's from. Nor was I sure about cousin Melissa whose time spent in Arizona is increasing as I type.) And while Gretchen claims to have also heard both, I don't count her on either side because she's too much of a word freak and therefore an outlier. In addition, she led me to the theory so she's biased.

All of this was certainly interesting, but irrelevant.

Given our change of address last June, this blog's name is no longer appropriate. And given the addition of the little man in March, the title, "c and e," (pronounced "candy") has changed to "c and e and e" (pronounced "candy-andy") which just doesn't flow as well. Plus, it's candy I'm in love with, not candy andy, whoever that is. Although if there is such a person, I'd like to meet him.

And so, I embark on a new journey with a new blog. That looks kinda like this one. One that contains the same types of posts. And has the same author. BUT it has a super clever title; am I right folks?! Let's just focus on that, okay? I can be clever!

Starting right now, January 12th 2:25 p.m. EST, you can find me posting at the brand new blog with a brand new look, all right HERE. Please tell all your friends. And don't forget to update the links on your own blogs, your Google Reader, your RSS Feeder, your whatever. Please. Pretty please?

Pop Quiz

2009-01-09T07:38:00.004-05:00

Given the following two phrases

1) Oh the humanity

2) For the love of humanity

Your response is:

a) I have heard both of them.

b) I've only heard one. (Do tell me which you've heard.)

c) I've never heard either.

d) What is she talking about?!

This is of grave import so please help. If you do, you'll make me as happy as a baby with paper.

I Think You're Supposed to Write Them Down

2009-01-08T06:17:00.000-05:00

I think I read somewhere once that unless you write down your New Year's Resolutions they will come to nothing. As I want them to come to something and not nothing, here goes:

Compete in my local Road Runners Club's championship series. This means I have to run at least five of their races and finish in the top ten for my age group. I looked up the top ten times of 2008 and want to beat them all. While this won't guarantee a solid finish this year, it's at least a goal.
Take at least one video of the family a month. While spending time with Chuck's brother in North Carolina, we watched what videos we had of Rhett on our camera. We're pretty sure that they'd never been watched before then, but it was so much fun! We had forgotten how little and funny he was. Along with this goal is to actually take those videos from the camera and put them on a DVD (but that's Chuck's resolution).
Get up to date on my digital scrapbooking. Enough said.
Develop more traditions. I love traditions (see previous post on schedules and regularity). And now with Rhett, I want him to have them. The first one that comes to mind? Eating only green foods on St. Patrick's Day ala this. The second corollary is that I will make a hideously tacky felt advent calendar for next year's Christmas like the one my mom sold at a garage sale (it still pains me).

There they are. Bring it on 2009!

We Now Return You To Your Regularly Scheduled Programming

2009-01-06T14:04:00.005-05:00

As much as I loved visiting family and having Chuck's help with Rhett for nearly two straight weeks, I have to say that it's so nice to be back to our regular lives. (If one can say that a pregnant man is regular...)

On second thought, since what you're seeing isn't really a pregnant man (shocker!) but rather someone too lazy to put the baby in a warm outfit, I guess things have returned to normal.

And I couldn't be happier. I crave schedules. Sure, spontaneity can be fun. But just let me know ahead of time if you want to surprise me and I'll write it down in my calendar.

Florida Recap

2009-01-02T10:26:00.002-05:00

There's just something about holidays that make me want to be near family. Although we spent Christmas day with Chuck's parents and the only sibling of his who lives close to us, I wanted more. So we decided to take Rhett's first road trip. And wow, was it a doozy. We drove 13.5 hours (no baby steps for us) to Florida to see Chuck's sister and her family. In addition to seeing family, we saw alligators, a plantation, a cute little town in Georgia, and the Gulf of Mexico. But definitely family was the best.

Made for Christmas

2008-12-27T10:12:00.000-05:00

Here are the gifts that I made this year.

A dress for my niece:
Skirt for another niece:

Books for two nephews:

Blocks for a near-nephew:
Bag for another niece:
Dolls for niece and near-niece:

Have Yourselves a Merry Little Christmas

2008-12-24T06:40:00.002-05:00

Three Strikes...You're In!

2008-12-23T06:36:00.000-05:00

I used to have three rules for outdoor Christmas lights:

Thou shalt not mix multi-colored strands of lights with solid strands.
Thou shalt not mix solid strands with blinking strands.
Thou shalt not mix big bulbs with small bulbs.

But recently I have to admit that I'm throwing those rules out the window. And the one new rule that's replacing it? The tackier, the better. I am fully embracing it and love every house that is doing the same.

For me and my house, well, I'm still going to stay with my rules. But please, no one else do the same. Because if you did, then we wouldn't have beauties like this:

Nine Months In, Nine Months Out

2008-12-21T16:19:00.001-05:00

Today Rhett turns nine months old. It's just crazy to think that he's (almost) been out of my belly as long as he was in it (technically he was 41 weeks in). I gotta say, it's much better having him out than in. At least most days it is.

And thanks to this most recent illness (food poisoning perhaps?), I am quite possibly right at my pre-pregnancy weight. That's been nine months on, nine months off. Sigh.

Happy Birthday Bruno!

2008-12-19T09:39:00.000-05:00

Bruno turns three years old today. Blow out a candle for him, even if he does have a touch of the cannibalism.

And if I wasn't so gosh darned sick, I'd make him a special cake like my sister did for her dog's birthday. Bruno will have to settle for ham.

Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire

2008-12-16T15:18:00.001-05:00

I almost don't know what to say, so this will be short. Nine days ago I met with the Bishop. Three days ago I put on the ward Christmas activity (no small event, mind you). Fifty hours ago I was released from my calling of six months. And 49 hours and 58 minutes ago I was sustained to a new one. Young Women's President. President. I'm shocked. I'm humbled. I'm scared to death. Excuse me while I puke.

Made for Monday

2008-12-15T06:29:00.002-05:00

Table Runner
I'm not pleased at all with this. It looks great from far away, but not close up. If you come to my house for dinner, it won't be on the table.

Car Seat Strap Covers
I am, however, very pleased with these. Without them, the straps were cutting into Rhett's neck. But now, well, they're not. From the tutorial posted here. (Note: After successfully printing the tutorial once, I have not been successful getting it to load again. Maybe you'll be luckier than I.)

Redefining Christmas Gifts

2008-12-12T14:02:00.000-05:00

Here's my latest AHA! moment into my own soul. Isn't it fun getting to know yourself?!

Last year Chuck and I were in Utah for the holidays, so we decided that we should open all of our gifts before we go. We didn't need to haul them on a plane just to haul them back. So on the eve of Christmas Eve we went to dinner (Continental Pizza and Subs for Chuck's pepperoni pizza and my chicken souvlaki), went to the temple to see the lights, and then went home to open the presents. It was supposed to be this great wonderful beautiful night. And it was...until we opened gifts.

So here's what I learned: I really like giving gifts. That is, I like giving gifts when I feel the gift is really something that the receiver will like. For example, I was pretty excited to give my mom her Christmas present last year. She wanted an apron so I found a great pattern and fabric and was really pleased with how it turned out. This year for my nephews Miles and Jonas, I am also really excited about what I made for them. Hopefully they'll like it too. And Emmy and Ziggy have pretty fun gifts coming their ways as well...again, hopefully.

But here's the rub. When I am stymied about what to give, I refuse to just buy "something." R and I have a great gift-giving relationship this way. If we see something we know the other will love, we buy it. But if not, it's NO BIG DEAL. So as much as I don't want to buy just "something," I really really really don't want to be given just "something." In fact, just getting "something" is really distressing to me. Some (cough cough, Chuck) might say it's tear-inducing.

I'm still not exactly sure why this is, however. Although I think it boils down to one of my least favorite feelings: disappointment. Maybe I'm disappointed because that person doesn't know me well enough to know what I want? Maybe I'm disappointed at the money and materials wasted in the giving of this gift? Maybe because it's just another thing I'll have to have in my house until I feel okay enough to freecycle it? Probably all of the above. Whatever the reason, it's still upsetting.

Here is our solution: As far as gifts from others, I know I can't control that. I'll have to be better at being grateful and in turn, better at re-gifting. But for the couple-gift-exchange dilemma, instead of giving each other "something," we're going to give each other our time. (Cue the "awwww...") That is, each Christmas, we'll plan an activity (e.g., seeing a show, splurging on a nice dinner, going to some sporting event, sky diving) and use the money we would have spent on gifts to do it. Rhett and Bruno will get gifts, of course, but for each other, we just want to spend time together. I can't wait to decide what we get to do!

Self Promoting at Its Worst

2008-12-10T09:18:00.003-05:00

Two things:

First, check out what's been happening over at the Foodees. Emily and I are hosting a raffle and WOW! has it been successful! People are posting such amazing (and yummy) things. Em and I can barely keep up. The final day of the contest is Monday and we'll announce a winner on Tuesday. Check back to see who takes home the grand prize! (And no, sorry, it won't be a leg lamp, but it might be a bowling alley.)

Second, just in time for Christmas I've relisted everything at my Etsy shop. You know you want it all.

But He's Just So Cuddly

2008-12-07T18:10:00.005-05:00

Remember when I wanted to know if it was wrong to love your kids more when they were sleeping? How about this one: is it wrong to not hate it when they're sick (just slight-fever-sick, not serious-trouble-sick) because suddenly they want to cuddle with you? I hope not.

Your Answers Made Me Go Hmmm...

2008-12-04T11:03:00.004-05:00

Here's what I have to say in response to what you had to say to what I had to ask:

1. I thought turban-wrapping your hair was something everyone knew, you know, like how to make a rootbeer float. But apparently, if your hair is boy-short and you never have to use the turban wrap, then you don't know how to actually do it. This was news to me.

2. Other than my friend Angie, everyone calls them Nilla. But I'm with her: they're vanilla wafers. You guys are all crazy.

3. I asked this question incorrectly. Before you read any further, what would you call this?
To me, this is a truck. To Chuck, this is a "pick-up" and the semi-truck is a "truck." Wrong wrong wrong. This is a truck and the big beautiful Werner machine is a semi.

4. This came about after a thread in an online Washington Post chat. The moderator wrote that women generally use 2-3 sheets; of course I was flummoxed as I'd never used that few. But you guys really put me to shame; I use about 8-10. I'll try to reduce.

5. I thought that since 1% milk has 1% milkfat and 2% milk has 2% milkfat, well, then whole milk should be 100%. I honestly believed this. But the right answer is 4%. So the next time someone asks for your whole attention, you only have to listen to every 25th word. Sweet.

Made for Monday

2008-12-01T07:30:00.000-05:00

The stockings I finished just in time...

I know they're a bit homespun, but I like them. And don't worry, I didn't forget Bruno!

The First Thanksgiving

2008-11-28T06:24:00.003-05:00

I'm pretty sure most people can guess the things for which Chuck and I are grateful this year.

Topping the list is our healthy baby. It amazes me that I can still think about how much I love him and start to cry. I wonder how old he gets before this goes away. (A corollary to this is health insurance. Even though I complained a lot about my Kaiser doctors, fact is, Rhett cost us $5.)

Next on the list is our home. We love our house and it is perfect for us. I feel so happy to not regret this decision.

Then probably come the recession-proof, government jobs that we both have that enable us to own the home.

And for me? I'm grateful for the freezer. It might be my favorite thing in the house.

Bruno? Having TWO eyes.

Chuck? He's also grateful for Bruno's two eyes.

Everett? He's grateful for his girlfriend, the TV.
Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving.

P.S. About the top picture: you might wonder what is all over Rhett's sweater: blood. He was playing with an empty soda can and must have cut his tongue. We were on a walk with him in the carrier and didn't even notice. It was pretty sad. Way to make memories, baby.

P.P.S. That's my friend Camie in that first picture. We sure like her.

Things That Make You Go Hmmm...

2008-11-24T11:38:00.005-05:00

Here are some thing I've been pondering this week:

1) If you are a guy, do you know how to turban-wrap your hair after a shower?

2) Do you call these "nilla wafers" or "vanilla wafers"?
3) Is this a "truck" or a "semi"? (Werner is my favorite company, by the way. I think their colors are beautiful, in a marketing way, of course.)
4) On average, how many squares of toilet paper would you say you use to go number one?

5) If 1% milk is milk with 1% milkfat, what % milkfat is whole milk?

Answers to come...

Hey Chuck, Is Your Tongue Always Like That?

2008-11-21T06:57:00.000-05:00

(e)Rin Tin Tin

2008-11-19T06:07:00.000-05:00

Unless you took French, you probably don't know Tin Tin. But see if you can figure out why his picture is posted here next to mine...

Honestly, what is happening with my faux bangs? I never asked for these; they just appeared. And they're curled backwards almost exactly like my seventh grade Utah bangs. This can't be good.

Made for Monday

2008-11-17T06:03:00.003-05:00

Draft snake. It really works!
Camie--Does the fabric look familiar? Other pieces will soon become a door stop.

Fish for a "Go Fish" game for my nephew's birthday. They have magnets in their noses and can be picked up with a magnetized fishing pole. (As seen here: http://memoirsofamommy.com/?p=31.)

Whose Fault?

2008-11-13T12:15:00.003-05:00

Given this is C and E, I figured I could go ahead and post for a change. I do read the blog and the comments, but today a conversation at work has inspired me to go ahead and see what people outside of my high school math department think.

First off, a little bit of background is needed. I was sitting in the math office during lunch and 3 other teachers were discussing the pastors at their relative churches. One of them was talking about how their pastor's daughter was pregnant and how she was so impressed with the pastors wife when she stood up in front of the congregation and took 100% responsibility for her daughter's situation and that she felt as though she was too busy caring for everyone else and forgot her own. The teacher then added, "it is still in part [the pastors] fault too." When I heard this, I had to chime in. I asked, "why isn't it the children's fault?" This led to a fairly heated conversation about if a pastor's child isn't perfect is it okay for a congregation to lose respect for the pastor...etc.

As a parent, I know that e and I will do all in my power to do the best to teach Rhett and help him to make good decisions. If he makes poor choices, we will do our best to support him and help him to overcome mistakes and grow from them. If he makes mistakes would it be okay for people to judge me? Better yet, if I were a bishop would it be more okay then? If the prophet's children make mistakes would we judge him for that? Should our positions within the church change how we are looked at when our children make mistakes? According to those here at work, our opinions should change. I could see passing judgement on a leader for their own mistakes and shortcomings, but should the actions of children lead to judgement on the parents?

Laughing Rhettilda

2008-11-11T07:15:00.004-05:00

Ever since swim class where Rhett was taught the Hokey Pokey, he can't stop laughing about it.

Maryland Doesn't 100% Suck

2008-11-08T16:15:00.004-05:00

So I know I complain about Maryland, but honestly, autumn here is awesome. We're just passing the peak colors for leaves in our neighborhood and people are starting to get their leaves raked to the curb for the big county leaf vacuum to come. (Yes, there really is a big vacuum, Virginia.)

As much as I wish this last picture was staged, I have to admit that it wasn't. I was crouching to get a super sweet pic and gravity just got the best of me. I didn't think that was supposed to happen until I was at least 65.